How did I get here?

Over the course of the last year, Reed Johnson's life has made some interesting twists and turns, and sadly, very few of them were for the better. Now, to get her away from the scenes that provoked her post-traumatic stress, her father has chosen to move the family back home to Nazareth in Pennsylvania.
Both old and new friends quickly start to make an impact on her life, and pretty soon, Reed is caught up in a web of drama while dealing with a lot of stuff herself. With an already fragile mental health, who knows how she'll end up?


11. Chapter 10


"So you're telling me, you spent two hundred dollars, just on fixing this piece of-"

"Halt!" I interrupted, raising my finger at Tim. "You do not insult Bluebell. Not in front of me, not ever." 

We were standing on the side of the road, my car's hood popped open. Fifteen minutes ago, steam and smoke had started to come from it and block my vision, so I'd pulled over. Minutes later, Tim had driven by on his bike to see me opening the hood to set all of the steam free.

"Sorry. I can see why you love it, but it's so expensive to repair them, and they keep breaking. My mom used to have one." He said with a shrug. I crossed my arms and leaned on the car, sighing.

"Nonni is going to think I didn't want to go." I mumbled. "Merda."

He looked over at me over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows. "I've never heard you say anything in Italian other than counting." He mused. "It sounds good. Suits you." He commented, then furrowed his brown and turned back to the car. I was surprised, to say the least. He kept coming with these small outbursts of random compliments, then closed back up like he didn't intend to say it. And to my surprise, I was beginning to accept and enjoy them. I was flattered instead of terrified. 

"Thank you." I said after a while. He looked at me again with a ridiculously attractive, crooked smile on his lips. 

"You're welcome." He said gently. "Your car should be good for another few hours, but get to a mechanic soon. It won't last long." 

I stepped up next to him to look beneath the hood. It looked much better, though my opinion didn't count for much. I had, and still have, horribly little knowledge of car mechanics. 

"It looks much better. Thank you." I said. Glancing at his face, so off guard and relaxed away from school, I decided to take a leap of faith and put my hand on his arm to emphasize. He looked down at my hand with shock in his eyes, and stuttered a "no problem" before he picked up his bike and sped off again.


"Sono Nonno dispiace." I called at him before I'd even stepped out of the car. 'I'm sorry Nonno.' 

He waved a hand at me and opened his arms. I hugged him, breathing in the scent of tobacco from his pipe, enjoying the familiarity of the spicy smell. He'd already gotten the boat hooked to the car so we could take off, and inside his car I could see our ancient fishing gear.

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